Sex with Consequences

Vacation!

Thank god it's finally vacation. After far too long without one, you are getting the break from the stress and frustration of your 9 to 5 cubicle farm hell! After cleaning off your desk for the day, you stand and head for the exit from your little cubical. You smirk at your co-workers, who acknowledge you with comments like "Hi, Doe, you lucky stiff!" and "Don't get lost on your way back!"

The fluorescent light gives the cubicle farm a light bluish tint, as you walk down the corridors between the vacant desks. The carpet is that annoying industrial grade gray that you are sick of. You calmly contemplate your vacation as you move towards the exit.

You've always been dying to go to the beach. Perhaps this year is the year that you finally head off to Maui like you promised yourself. You can almost taste the salty air, and smell the suntan lotion on hot beach babes. A brief fantasy fills your head involving two hot gals sitting next to each other, wearing teeny tiny thong bathing suits, touching each other softly as they beckon towards you....

As your mind contemplates the possibilities, you notice your boss near the exit. Denise is a tall brunette with a short professional haircut. The business suit that she wears flattens out her curves, making her look unappealing, but it's very hard to hide the gorgeous tits concealed beneath the outfit. You've had many fantasies about this woman, but she has a reputation as an A-1, hard as a rock, ball busting bitch. She holds a cup of coffee in one hand and waves to you with the other.

"Sooo, Yeah, John I need to talk to you." She comments, her gaze taking in your frame. "Edward, that useless jerk, called in sick for tomorrow, and I need someone to work with me tomorrow. We're a bit behind and need to play catch up."

"Uhm, I'm on vacation," You comment, unable to drag your gaze away from her tight suit. God, how you'd love to bend her over her desk and just hammer away at her. This woman has been a constant source of frustration, and here she is, interrupting you when you are ALMOST free.

"Yeah, I know, and it's Saturday too. Save the sob story. I need someone to work; now is it going to be you or do I find some other lazy slob to pick up your slack too?" Denise growls at you, tapping her fingers on the counter nearby. "I want to remind you that If you really want to succeed here, you need to be a team player."

Arrrgh, you have to make a decision, should you go on one of the vacations, or do you stay to score a few brownie points with the bitch?